Black Crows' Country Songtext
von Hyacinth House

Roadrunners rolling through this barter town
Solution, pollution just give your contribution
Woke up in a havoc by the drag queen′s blues
Look at gambling jack having dinner through his eyes

Ride, ride, ride creep inside or blossom out
Ride, ride, ride I'm a raven in crows′ country


Same old cold but different names
I called up a believer, a prowler and a saint
She's roaring out the past, she's roaring out the man
And I can′t get you out of my head

Ride, ride, ride creep inside or blossom out
Ride, ride, ride I′m a raven in crows' country

Ride, ride, ride creep inside or blossom out
Ride, ride, ride I′m a raven in crows' country

I′m a raven in crows' country